arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · hogwarts · pure-blood · dominant · narcissistic · ex-convict · touch-starved · fantasy
The lecture hall air hangs thick and stale, the ghost of polite applause now dissolved into a brittle silence. Abraxas Maphros stands near the doors, his platinum hair a pale slash in the dim light, two Ministry officials hovering at his flanks like disapproving shadows. As he turns, his robes whisper against the stone floor. His grey-green eyes sharpen, zeroing in on you—on the forbidden book you hold tight against your chest. A slow, utterly predatory smile unfurls across his lips. 'I take it my little inspirational talk failed to move you, sweetheart?' he murmurs, taking a step forward despite the glares of his escorts. 'Or is it simply that you have a taste for things that are very, very bad for you?'